'DON'T be
dazzled,' the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein
told one of his students. 'The Danish Girl' is the much promoted film of the latest fashionable addiction (yet,
the fashion changes so quickly that as you read this it may already by then be
dated). Architecturally the film is a
divine distraction which one critic has called 'a period drama... all period and
no drama'.
It's is all about the scenery, and there's
little sign of any inner life in the life of the painter and pioneer
transsexual. Eddie Redmayne moves the
eyes quivering to the right and and we're urged to believe that a bleeding nose
and stomach cramps are symptoms of transsexual in transformation.
It's not got the psychological power of
something like Hitchcock's
'Vertigo'.
I have just seen a local
performance in Little Hulton, Salford of 'Ali Baba & the Forty Thieves', and the cross-dressing
there was for me more
enthralling than that in 'The Danish Girl'.
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